Voracity not veracity mendacity groomer
Capacity for pugnacity is not a rumour
Rapacity of the seedy needy consumer
Sagacity no audacity of the baby boomer
Morality calamity stalks like a greedy puma
Tenacity but with no candour or humour
Opacity because their salacity is a tumour
The time I've wasted has gone to waste
Wasting my time wanting your attention, why does our friendship have to be so complicated? Why do I have to watch you throw me away like a toy?
These feelings are consuming me alive while you just take everything from my soul away but your smell is consuming me alive, wanting me to be manipulated and wanting to make me think about eating you alive
Torturing me for months like I'm just a useless vampire, you knew I loved you but you trapped and hid me away. You are so ing stupid of my intentions
The attention you gave me just caused my hunger, eating you alive made me feel so guilty, so selfish of me but you did this to me.
I loved you and you manipulated me but you couldn't have known you did and now your flesh will live inside me, until I die next to you.
Hope, are you still out there?
As buoyant as the blue?
Plight and poison, pine to pare!
Dark fire, burn me new!
Chains a-causal, wrap us tight!
Flicker as you fly!
O Erebus, bid good night!
Light of spark, bely!
Wind atop the pinhole shade?
Machine, marmalade!
O for games as yet unplayed!
Belladonna, bade!
Torment of the tornado?
It spins unevenly.
Swiftly flies the dappled roe!
Io, lost at sea!
Rejects of line, assemble!
Serry thou thy ranks!
Sing in we, O brazen bull!
Soldiers, guard the tanks!
Salvage operation?
It helps to pay thy rent.
Sacrifice! Such songs to shun!
Queen Dido, where went?
Rage and riddle, red rook rhyme!
Roundabout and reel!
Prisoner, what is thy crime?
Show them how you heal!
Plight and passion, prickly pear?
Pyramid, receive!
Load on my back, burr to bear!
Ricochet, reprieve!
Harpy star in skies of grey?
Onward, O hounds! Bay!
Poison pill, debt to repay?
Crucible and cay...
Intentional ideally
Love loutishness like short of idolize
Openlly obsession observance of you
Valued veneration virtue voracity
Evokefeelings of love enamored endering
Understanding unselfishness, unconditional, unfailing , upstanding unity
3/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Life in my Land
Life in my land is not by right
With greed, we are wound around
Hardened ruiners ravaging all we have
Like raptor they kill, devour and fly
Cupidity, the spirit of avarice
Eating up the weak flesh and bones
The bones and marrow are gone
The butchers cry for them at least
But voracity, the soul of gluttony
Are stuck to, the looters of, them all
Frightful shudder
Quakes my land and its borders
The foetuses cry for fear of murder
They see no safety in their mother
Desperate ones are full of fright
In fluster, they make to swim out to land
Through the reddish stream for life
But sadly, their dual times are slaughtered
The parasites of our mother's head
Are not even bothered about our care
When the land is shedding tears
The swamp's trickles must be bloody red
Grievous time like this was never known
These are years of sorrow untold
And a season of terrible dash of hope
I sit under the sky, and talk to myself,
I want to be a star too, I tell myself.
.
.
For I never burned this bright for the dark,
For I never broke down for a new one to embark.
.
.
I watered my own voracity, served my own pride,
I forgot my purpose, as I bathed in my own shine.
.
.
The star never burns to enliven its own being,
The star never shines to foster its own realm.
.
.
If I must burn, then it shall be for love,
If I must shine, then it shall be for love.
.
.
I will seek no greed when I burn to die,
I will seek no yield when it's time to burn bright.
.
.
For I will be a star, a burning star,
A broken one, from a cluster of stars
Death is
The eternal silence
We often say under this sky
Where the enemies are ubiquitous
Even among thugs and fools
That the dead are wrong
Oh! That’s ignorance!
That’s incompetence!
That’s complicity!
That’s bad luck!
That’s vanity!
That’s nonsense!
That’s voracity!
That’s imbecility!
That’s impunity!
That’s criminality!
That’s an idiotic thing!
That’s nonsense!
That’s foolishness!
In this life
We are right or wrong
We make decisions
Sometimes vain or useless
We were born to be useful
To society, to our family
And to our dear country
Silence is the absence of life
Eternal silence is death
Regret or remorse
Causes pain and trouble
The eternal silence
Is death
We are always
In front of the material
Far from what’s essential
Far from eternal salvation.
P.S. This Poem Is Dedicated To The Victims Of Countless Criminals And The Corrupt.
Translation of ‘ Le Silence Éternel’ by Hébert Logerie
Copyright © June 27, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
the scapular of your anguish
wounds the insolent chest of your enlightenment with blood
a world in disenchantment cries its drunken hymns
but only jackals lick the nectar of these pains
because the night drives away the naive and innocent
and it is with the irreverence of the lost that we cry out loud
trying to defile every throne that rises against us
the time will come when we will immolate the new messiah in fire
placating the wrath of the raging oceans and their deities
the insurgent skies and their merciless stains
we'll bring back a forgotten golden age
and then we'll set all the new traps
to drain for the last time the voracity
of every idol that is eternalized
when we stagger weak across the earth
and we allow them to enslave us.
Seduction is something profound...
It doesn't just come from the beauty!
seduction arises without
at least show yourself
muscles or curves....
Seduction resides within,
deep inside the mind...
if place of of lust
displays sensual indifference...
If lieu of fortress,
shows haughty submission...
The pleasure of seduction will make
all the difference...
Man doesn't have that subtlety.
Yes, women have this leadership...
The alpha male is linear in his
voracity to enjoy...
Uniforms that are, little
seduce using appropriate
artifice... they want seduction
of being seduced... pure vanity... !
Venus, Aphrodite, and all women,
are irresistible when inaccessible!
Women seduce much more,
and men like that.
wish it...
Speaking of seduction,
beloved woman... lovely female,
femme fatale, seduce me...
Please, I beg you...
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
Scary than the fear,
further devastating than the weakness,
is hunger ...
With its insatiable voracity
everything decimates, everything devours,
consumes, eats ...
That day, power-greed
sparkled, in his vision
like a festive crescent
and all the anticipations of the inhabitants
missed their trail, in the gloom of the night
That was the day, akin to his first step towards the authority
That day,
the crocodile of the voracity to lead was belching…
in the moving lake of his spirit
That day, ominous crescent, being sting
was aching, like the stern dagger wound
in the eyes of poverty of the motherland…
That day,
a gloomy battle opened its’ eyes in the lap of the homeland.
That evening of December
walked-off vanished in the womb of the history…
perpetually, sewing the stars of darkness of centuries, with the hem of the universe
That power-chair now, is lying in the backyard of his abode,
being a source of relish for the words of his libidinous, dissolute and penurious - compassionate companions
& today,
the intellect of the whole realm,
lies in the feet of deprivation
Free will has become like greedy hunger,
each choice bestows selfish avidity.
Teaching benevolence when they're younger
may make life devoid of voracity.
Let’s lead a path to a will that redeems
all the kindness existence can provide.
For life is never as bad as it seems,
there are always good people by your side.
I shall educate those who need guidance.
Be a beacon of compassionate grace.
Let’s hope the world can offer reliance,
making God’s splendid earth a peaceful place.
Please take my hand and show faith in the Lord-
so that we all may live in true accord.
December 10, 2018
Panic attack, Panic attack
What when where why remedy
of a soul’s splitting in two
Panic attack, Panic attack
The demons too deep hymn one’s own threnody
The devil to he who suffers introduction grins fair adieux
Panic attack Panic attack
Medicine for a malady
for the spirits of anguished weeping few
Panic attack Panic attack
A rose for a bud, a corruption for a fallacy
As is true for the moon is the importance of what one has power to do
Deep breathe, Deep breathe
Parched oasis, dying serenity
Acid in the wound to suffuse
Deep Breathe, Deep Breathe
Within a species capable of mental voracity
one finds the norm repudiating to asperity
For which there may be nothing one can do
except stand two by two
(written sometime during a bleak 2015)
Although, being cautious during explorations,
forests generally host intrinsic jeopardy.
Killer leopards mutilate not only people, quickly.
Readily, saving them until voracity wants: Xena; Yaks; Zebras.
12/27/2016
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